OPEN STUDIO

​Today
A girl, a woman yes,
Younger than i
Am
But woman,
In my studio
               (this palace of trash)
…I should preface,
                                   I suppose,
                                                       With this:
               I have trouble
               Being
               Human
                              An excellent mimic
                                             Echoing like a
                                             Mynah bird friend
                                             From a lifetime ago
                                             Who I fed
                                             And cared for, when I could
                                             Care for things
So it’s a tour-de-force
               And she is
                              Sweet
                              And
                              Bookish
                              And
                              Open
                              And
               We discuss libraries and aging Latvian filmmakers (really!) and
               Puppets
                              (a rueful chuckle here as I pull my own strings, my Tony turn,
                              “Lady Artist Person”)
                                             Inside
                                                  The curtain is closed
                                                  The theatre dark
               And even i
                              Who maybe, maybe
                              Still lives as a whitish flick
                              Of Barn Owl
                                             In the flyspace
                                             All silent wings and wide
                                             Black eyes and swift death
               Even i
               Don’t know
               Even i
                              Who can slit a throat with a well-timed side-eye
               Even i
               Can’t navigate
               The convoluted halls
And then
               I drop back to myself
               Making plans!
               Unspecified future contact!
                              But
                              I know
                              I know
                                             Lingering in the rafters
                   I am not that good a performer.
     
     7.29.17
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